7:00 awake in bed, and the voice of the streets from the streets and marketplaces window crevices coming. I probe the gap through the curtains and looked to the street, people began to busy in the morning belongs to the working class. Another bed filled with my big bag discharge out of things, saw a headache. I close my eyes, like a confused again sober every morning, I was beginning to doubt himself.
The blanket is a clean fragrance makes me feel this time awake, and wake up in Shanghai is no different from their own bed. Do I have bumps all the way to Lhasa in the thin air in such a morning just to hang around in bed do? I do not understand. Whenever the question directed at myself, and I became a complete idiot.
Is this allow me to come here? Is the involuntary order to allow me to blue sky, in order to snow-capped mountains, supreme faith in order to come here? I suspect, I admit that they let me fascinated, but why did I have this morning, as every morning in Shanghai, like whole body rigid, too lazy to move. Chaoyang, a place not far from the palace to wait on me, but I prefer to rely on a few square room, motionless.
If this is not instinct, that the expedition was a joke. In order to escape? In order to show off? Or just bored. Under a bright light in the office when he remembers those bumps along the way, actually some dumbfounding. I think it's something dragged me to the starting point of that road, bitter on my ass kicked, cursed: Your kid Jiwo Gun's farther, the better. Then, I'll catch up clutching his burning ass way to play.
Of course, the stories came back, I casually ?? had. Tibet has become one of my another business card, business card reads, a male, not afraid of death, non-Pazang, not ordinary people. I randomly distributed, triumphant. In fact, what What is it, I was driven to go there. Daily alone, I am not afraid, 23 bottles of beer, 45 songs, enough to resist; however, that festival of the lonely, just like the monster escaped from the magic bottle, could not parry, and I think it is this lost control of the Lao Yao rushed to empty my plateau. In the cities, loneliness is a sign of the weak; few signs of human habitation in this place, lonely is a part of life; so that I can not hide my lonely and do not expose my frail.
So, I think of Lhasa and not those of us passers-by what happened. He only belongs to those pious, simple people; are Inagi's Gesang elderly, in that cloudy afternoon, he looked at the mountains squint, missed his Lhasa; are tattered along the way, the five bodies to bid for land of lamas, in the dust flying the roadside, they too lazy to go to the body Shan dust, looked forward to their distant miss Lhasa.
We do, finish the Mocha Starbucks, in the erosion of the light, by his own miss in Lhasa beer belly under irrigation, and by their own long-forgotten people. I have a great Lhasa, we, like, like a group of maggots creep to your side, in your elimination of garbage dumps more waste, the contented life creep back to the original, but, I have a great holy city, ah, come back still maggot living in the same waiting for me so solemnly.
Slow-motion got out of bed, in the school corridor balan daze, sent to wash their clothes. Tibetan aunts have long been the god of happiness. Hello brother I went to the Potala Palace, Nanjing, lips are still bruising, poor people children.
The Potala Palace than expected was also beautiful, almost looking at those rough walls, changes in the sun a wonderful texture. The order along the tour, came in through the small windows leaking sun makes obsession. There is always intermittent sound of chanting coming from all directions, people bewildered. Finally a small corner of the Red Palace saw the amount of the monks chanting the first light, the sun in front of him drew an ellipse. I turn a blind eye Listen, even some of the crazy.
Out of the Potala Palace, will accompany his brother to the User. 2 Sichuan girls, one just arrived in Lhasa to work with beautiful big eyes. Chile Dun Tibetan meal together in the Barkhor, not very tasty. Because a lot of drinking wine, I decided to return to the room to sleep will be. They went on his own stroll.
Down on a bench in the corridor on the nap, the midday sun strong enough, no one will sleep was hot woke up. Also confused the Council, prepared to go to the Jokhang Temple. Of course, I do not know will happen after so many interesting and sentimental things.
Author: xiangdaipian
